Jasper Rocks something misplaced

<blockquote><i>September 11th; Afternoon; Partly cloudy; Current Temperature: 52º F/ 11º C</i>

It had been two weeks since the girl had stumbled into the dark stranger that was seemingly Kade's doppelganger and it was with an enthusiastic skip in her step that she met the widened banks of Jasper Rocks. The shallow pools that she had once played with were no longer there, but she did not even think of frowning. The scent of her father wafted briefly past her, a signal that told her it was 'okay' for her to explore this part of Cedarwood. Feasting her eyes on the current of the creek, she confidently strode up to the edge of the water and craned her neck downward to indulge herself in the sweetness of the water. The coolness instantly slaked her thirst and with refreshed senses, she peered about.

Half of her wanted to find the coal-pelted man but another part hoped she wouldn't see a hair on his hide. Her curiosity had been quenched and, today, she was on the lookout for something new. The large triangular peaks that were her ears inclined forward atop her skull and she wandered toward where Borden had been roughly an hour or two ago. She sniffed warily, raising a brow as her eyes came to settle on <a href='http://dontheunsane.deviantart.com/art/Forest-Rocks-143904518' target='_blank'>two cracked and apparently weather-worn boulders</a>. It was unknown to her why her parents, let alone her father, occasionally visited this particular spot.

She carefully navigated her way through the grass and seated herself on top of one of the smaller rocks before the large landmarks. <i>He must have been seated here for a long time</i>, she managed to work out, balancing herself in her tight sitting position. <i>But why?</i>

<i>Why, why, why, why, why?</i> Her mustard-hued eyes ogled at the places where her nose began to pick up a curious scent. Something she couldn't yet place in her memory. She slowly stepped off the smooth rock and stood up to place both of her large forepaws against the rough, speckled side of the boulder that remained intact. <i>Hmm.</i> She continued to glare at the sight, unaware that this was the place where two of her older brothers, <i>discovered dead</i> by the time they had been her age more than a year ago, had been laid to rest.</blockquote>

http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c58/becuffin/tableryv.jpg) top no-repeat; background-color: #2e4216;"> As the paling boy’s legs grew, it would seem, so too had his need to use them to wander, and while he preferred to keep his parents happy, he struggled to contain himself when Renier suggested an adventure. Sometimes, he would wander by himself, but right now, he didn’t want to be alone so when he happened across his sister’s scent, he couldn’t help but follow in its wake, curiosity mounting as it overlapped with those of their parents. They had been here before… As he passed a small pool he paused briefly as he caught sight of his reflection, mismatched eyes staring back as he took in the gangly wolf he was becoming, all legs and paws and ears... One day he wouldn’t look so awkward, but for now, he would just have to get by. A snort of laughter escaped his mouth as a small fish danced its way across his face, and ripples worked their way through the water wolf. A large paw batted at the fish only adding further disturbance to the once calm surface before the boy continued on his way. There she was, up ahead, and the young wolf lowered himself as he had watched the older wolves do when they were trying to sneak. Clumsy paws dragged in the dirt and the grass rustled up a storm as he slunk forward, attention focused solely on his prey. Finally, a branch cracked underfoot and he dropped to his stomach in the long grass, chancing a fugitive glance at his tawny sister. He had the sinking feeling that his cover had been blown.

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<blockquote>She sniffed and snuffled about, her forehead and brows gradually wrinkling in frustration. All her concentration was lost however when the sound of shuffling dirt accompanied by the clearly audible snapping of a branch underfoot. The girl glanced over her shoulder, her golden eyes rounding on the familiar, lanky form of her brother with a sharp glare. Renier she could have easily expected to track her down, but... <i>Ryvet</i>? Well, now, this was just something else to Taima's surprise. Usually, she <i>assumed</i> he was up to his own brand of mischief, either on his own or with Renier. Never in a million years would she have expected Ryvet to even try and attempt to even nose about her business.

The expression softened as she noticed how he had been low to the ground, seemingly trying to hide in the grass, and how his eyes had seemed to be focused on her. He appeared to be apologetic but she misread his body language and looked him over again. Then suddenly it <i>clicked</i>. She dropped onto all four of her large paws and her ears turned forward, not at all impressed by his <span class='word'>streptious</span> attempt at stalking. Her tail waved about behind her and she sneered as she took a step toward him, <b>"Didn't Dad ever teach you to pick up yer feet?"</b> She cracked another grin, <b>"<i>I</i> bet I could have heard that a mile away."</b></blockquote>

http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c58/becuffin/Ryvet.jpg) top no-repeat; background-color: #2e4216;"> It was true that it was rare for the youngest of the Hollow brothers to seek out his sister, usually it was the other way around, but he did love her, even if he wasn’t likely to tell her so. “’Course he told me...” the boy said with a pout, his own displeasure evident as he raised himself from his hiding spot, grass lodging itself in his coat, a combination of fur, twigs, mud and grass sticking out in all directions. ”It’s just hard...” he said with a sigh as he looked at his overly large paws. He may as well be wearing snow shoes for all the co-ordination they currently allowed. He never remembered it being his hard when he was smaller, but apparently he had hit a bit of a growth spurt and his ears and feet were taking over the rest of his young, gangly body. Maybe, when he grew up, he could move with the effortless grace of his parents. He could hunt and feed his family, and scare off all the bad guys, but for now, he would just have to be content with tripping over his own feet and gnawing on pine cones... or tormenting his siblings... He was quickly growing bored of pine cones. A mischievous glance was the only warning the sulking pup would give, eyes lifting from his feet as his mis-matched eyes sought the dull golden ones of his sister. He wasn’t overly fast yet, and he didn’t have the best co-ordination, but he wouldn’t really need it. He only had to be fast enough to tackle her, and hopefully grab hold of one of her ears, which were just as oversized as his own. Of course though, he could always end up being the one being chewed on...

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<blockquote>Ryvet's pout was just enough to wipe her sneer away and Taima's brows rose when she heard that her brother thought <i>sneaking about</i> was hard. <b>"<i>Wellllllll,</i>"</b> she began, sighing back and rolling her eyes. <b>"Just takes practice and ya gotta make sure you don't step on anyth--"</b> She took notice of the impishness that was forming on his ashen features and scowled back. The darkening mask on her face seemed to accentuate her expression.

<b>"<i>Whut?</i>"</b>

She might have expected an ambush before Ryvet had somewhat <i>stomped</i> on a hidden twig, but after his confession about not being able to prowl as quietly as a skilled or upcoming hunter could, she was clearly taken by surprise. He successfully tackled her and she was shoved onto the ground. The grass tickled her neck, sides, and ears, but she was not laughing. Not when her sibling's jowls were closing in on her crown. She let out a playful growl, attempting to push and elbow Ryvet away from her. She felt his teeth and lips clamp onto her ear.

Her muzzle wrinkled, and with a bark she tried to at least get onto her side so she could use her hind legs to defend herself. No one, she decided, would ever catch her belly up. It was obviously a given that she and her brothers were just about matched in speed (given that she, in comparison to Calla, could keep up in pace with them), but in the strength department, it was painfully evident that maybe she would have to utilize some staying power if she was to find a way to 'even' out the fight or make it come close to a 'draw.'</blockquote>

http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c58/becuffin/Ryvet.jpg) top no-repeat; background-color: #2e4216;"> A playful growl answered the indignant bark of his sister. He could feel her wriggling about beneath him as he continued to mouth at her ears and neck without ever really applying enough pressure to cause real damage. The last thing they needed were grown ups ruining all their fun... and he had already learned that a high pitched yelp from one of his sisters was often enough to get him in trouble. So he put in an effort to make extra sure she was coated well and truly with his slobber, her fur now appearing almost as haphazard as his own, although concealing the dirt far better than his own snowy coat. Giggles interlaced with growls as he tried to stop her from squirming too much. His lighter fur standing in stark contrast to the earthen colours of his sister where he had her pinned to the ground. Finally, she managed to shift onto her side and he knew he was in trouble. He waited for the sharp burn of claws digging into his delicate belly, then he would have to let go of his captive and run. She would outlast him but there was always a chance that he just might get away... If he was very, very lucky.

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<blockquote>Everywhere from her ear down the side of her face Ryvet had bombarded her with spittle. Strings went from the tuffs of her inner ears, the crown of her head, along her neck, and her brow bone to his ebony lips. <i>YUUUCK! Cooties!</i> Ryvet began to snicker and the girl, once able to get her bearings, allowed her tail to lift in an impressive plume at her back. There was no way he was gonna win this one. Especially since he had ambushed her by surprise.

<b>"You're gunna pay for thaaat!"</b> she barked, revolted that the scent of his terrible breath now coated her face. She raised a paw to rub her nose against her paw as if the action would get rid of the odor of her brother's slobber from her nostrils. Though he was still able to keep hold of her bat-like ears, continuing to coat them with drool, she looked at him in the corner of a narrowed eye. Her hackles began to rise and she waited for the opportunity to strike, to quickly shuffle around and bowl him over just as he had been able to do to her. A snarl ripped from her vocal chords but as soon as she quieted, she sealed her lips, ready to return the favor as soon as she was given the chance to get to his ears, neck, and face. Did her brothers think she couldn't play rough or even muster up a spitball as gross as they could? Well, maybe today she could prove that they thought wrong all along if they had.</blockquote>

http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c58/becuffin/Ryvet.jpg) top no-repeat; background-color: #2e4216;"> Her threats fell on very receptive ears, for he knew just what his sister was capable of. He released her ear and sprung backwards with a jolly chortle. If she intended revenge, she would have to catch him first! He darted away, zig-zagging between the trees, stopping momentarily to look over his shoulder to gauge if the game was still on, or if he needed to slow a little to allow her to catch up. Perhaps he shouldn’t have been so cocky. The loose leaves slipped beneath his paws and his legs were swept out from underneath him. He landed heavy on his side, heavy enough to wind himself at least. He was trying to laugh but he couldn’t breath! Desperately he tried to gasp for air, but none would come! Stars started to dance before his eyes and he was terrified. Surely he was going to die! But finally, with an intense wheeze, air began to fill his lungs again... but he was dazed momentarily and his sister was closing fast. With the sudden realisation, he quickly scrambled to unsteady feet and braced himself for the impact of her body, and no doubt the retribution for his previous, slobbery gift.

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<i>Short post is short. :x Apologies.</i>

<blockquote>Ryvet was off within the blink of an eye. Taima started after him just barely a few leaps behind. Her eyes were still narrowed in vengeance, but the frown she bore lifted into a smirk as she saw her brother slip on a pile of leaves. She would have dodged that if she had been in his place. <b>"HAAA!"</b> she barked. He tried to get up but she made an attempt to make sure his effort was in vain.

She lifted her paws in one last bound, prepared to take him down since he seemingly and readily braced himself for her <i>attack</i>. She buried her nose into his neck, nibbling it lighting with the means to tickle him first while she tried to get him to roll over. <b>"Gotcha!"</b></blockquote>

http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c58/becuffin/Ryvet.jpg) top no-repeat; background-color: #2e4216;"> She was on him. His rear was forced to the ground as his smaller sister clamped her jaws about his throat, gnawing at his weakest point. He was doomed! Doomed to die here! “Argh!” he cried in protest - the tickle of her nibbles causing him to giggle as he moved his muzzle to the side of her face in an attempt to grab an ear and make her let go! But his attempts were in vain! She had him pinned, and so with a final slobbery lick to her cheek he collapsed underneath her weight, rolling to expose his belly in defeat. She had thwarted him. Had Renier been here to back him up, there could have been a very different outcome, but on his own - well he still needed some practice.

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